Dear Mr. Pip, Old Chap(a note on Great Expectations)

Dear Mr. Pip, Old Chap

You and I both, it’d seem

Are quintessence of the word

Of a man we both values,

‘Tis better to’ve loved and

Lost, than ne’er to’ve loved at all’

For now as we eyes beholds

Our Estella

Here in the graveyard of our pursuance,

We’s not lost a thing,

For she’s not portable property 

We’d be given, and we chooses to throw or take

Our Estella’s our light

Our moonshine in the dark of night

Our ‘Old Clem’ to keep us going,

The centre of our Great Expectations 

And as we says to her, Old Chap,

That we forgives her,

For not seeing how strongly we loved her

All we meantersay’s our loves’s stronger

See, sir, as we says goodbye to her,

And tears fall hard on our crusted heart,

As it buckets down on our soul,

We’s softened all the more,

Oh Pip, she we’ll ne’er forget 

Nor will ever stop loving,

For we knows,

‘Tis better to’ve loved her, 

And love her still.

                                      James Kaluna